Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Jamaican Spa


One fifty cent grapefruit

Only one, purchased from a indigenous who picked it that day

Appleton rum, also local, but caged in a history of bondage and servitude



Plastic grocery bag my where my

Feet chill in peelings while

Rubies soak.



 I sip these gems they

Drip into me

Far enough down to call my bluff.



This is poor woman’s excuse for spa